Long Sonneteer Poems

Suicidal Ideation March 30th, 2022 linkedin...
to mein kampf insync with mine body dysmorphia

After reading articles
published within April 4/11 2022
of The Nation
I challenged the efficacy
taking prescription medication
categorized as SSRIs 
and/or SNRIs.

Unpleasant side effects
such as earth shaking...

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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer
while in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely...

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Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.

While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous

to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William...

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If this is my last poem, a masterpiece it will not be,
nor a poem of sorrow written deep into the night.
No self-recriminations or guilt. That is not me.
By nature I’m a sonneteer. My poetry is...

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Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,

though long since recovered, the intractable,
haunting specter, sans grim reaper
intertwining within...

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Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism

me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier

United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery,...

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How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was your first haiku
You Echo, Silent Still - love's dream come...

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Truth, Falsehood, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Verdad, Mentira

Note: I've tried in vain to upload, since November 2, 2013, the following poem: "Words uttered in a subdued voice in order to constitute a dedication,...

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Full All Dressed Up and Going Nowhere!

"Approximately 10 quintillion insects reside on Earth --
in addition to billions of squirming humans."  
-- a stink bug by any other name  
   
* ...

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I had wanted to celebrate Andrea Dietrich’s special birthday with a tribute poem. She celebrated reaching that age of retirement many long for. At the time I was dealing with the loss of my son...

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I'm not in the military
Nor do I fight mystic fairy's
I have a heart.
I love to impart... 
I humbly ask myself am I a... bard

literary words
Love sonnets, songs served
I want to hear the words... ballad-monger, troubadour
My...

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With pen in hand I begin another new day
My destination unknown facing come what may
Might this be the day I write the poem that inspires?
The one that once and for all silences all my decriers
If...

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I wonder. . . can you take me to a world 
where ladies fair with ringlets in their hair,
with graceful shoulders bared and necks bepearled
wear gowns that billow as they dance on air?
Around the ballroom...

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*Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich, Caleb Smith, Isaiah Zerbst, Anne Currin, and Eileen Ghali

I'll start with illustrious Andrea,
our talented sonneteer.
She peppers our poems with kindness, 
with comments so bright and sincere.

Next, we have Mr. McCaleb,
our sweet...

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Gold Medal Marathoner, Susan Ashley
Never can be accused of acting rashly
Carefully crafts each word, line, and stanza
Wowing us with her prolific free-verse poetry bonanza!

Silver Medal Marathoner, Lin Lane
Time to pop the proverbial ‘Pérignon champagne
Your podium...

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so long 
           ago
among
        the lilies
of
an antique land-
smiling
         still
with love
...

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Autumn's weather so spiteful, drear
Arctic streams from north veer
To southern climes listlessly steer
Foreboding skies with gray clouds blear
Voracious winds solemnity doth jeer
Yet hearth's room filled with cheer
Holiday mirth around bend doth peer
Tidings of good will...

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The cloudy day omens a dreary week
As we count down to Easter, next Sunday.
After Lent message, we’re too sad to speak.
We’re seeing everything in shades of grey.

We gladly waved our palm leaves on the way,
Not...

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A playful bard the moon casts a winking eye
To shy blinking stars playing hide and seek
Miming his brilliance on high in dark skies
Flirting thru sequined nights a shy mystique

For lovers of the night rapt by...

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heaven 
     appointed
such goldly
          grace
in your
      path
        of flight
*
so calm
...

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Dear Sonneteer 

How do I write a good sonnet?
When I don't consider myself a poet
Cuz I'm not skilled in juggling words that rhymes
Or think out tunes that perfectly chimes

I've heard that its not hard afterall,
That...

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Here’s to Margaret - the Linton lassie.
She hails from the lovely land down under.
She’s a sweetie, and I bet she’s classy,
since she pens her poems like a wonder.

I met awesome poets when I came here,
but...

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Let some pack thirteen, a dozen to claim,
A sonneteer comes with choicest fourteen
Sweet lines to celebrate sonnet’s fine frame, 
That the magic marvels, stays ever green.
And all fourteen fertilize, fully hatch
As gorgeous birds priming wings...

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The muse inspires her inmost poet:
when moved by divine breath she composes
sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet
with such grace that we send her red roses.
Iambic lines by fourteen, five beats per line
she strings together...

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I'm the sonneteer of another era,
Struggling for fame and dreaming of glories...
Living free in prosperous America,
Where there's hunger for interesting stories.


Invite me to share yours as thrills resume;
I will give my opinion anytime,
But perfect syllables...

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